#spectaclesofliving

in silence and even amidst deafening fights or loud music blaring from the angry speakers — those sounds or the lack of 'em; always find their way to remind me of you. when my mind stops to overthink and allow my body to act on its nature, my hand grabs your favorite food, drinks your choices of drink, before i even catch myself doing it my entirety already pleads guilty like a thief confessing crimes in distinct subconsciousness. because even in my subconscious all i know; is you. you are what i am when i strip myself naked of wariness, you are what i am when i stop thinking of anything else.

it makes my insides churn, my body bolt in disgust or maybe pity... whenever i caught myself red-handed, thinking too much — so much of you. when i walk the pavements and leave a spot next to where i walk in case you'd want to walk beside me. hand in hand. because i never liked the idea of walking alone ever since i tasted your company, i never liked the idea of looking back only to see you walking side by side with someone else. i am never a fan of tip-toeing on your shadows, to stare at your back instead of the road—whenever you walked in front of me. not beside or behind me. i feel like i am always chasing after you. i feel like i can only afford the scenery of your back turned against me as if you're facing a life that i can never see since i tiptoe on your shadows.

you are what i am when i sit on a chair and i see you hovering close, i find myself achingly hopeful and making space beside me then secretly hope you'd take a seat by my side. you are what i am in the silence of the nights, the bittersweet smile and heartily laugh... they are pretty much everywhere, in every minute of every day, right? now you know that this is how much you exist to me; that all i am ceases to exist if you do.

lyvin

: lyvin

i wish

memories will become more of a material

that can be tossed away

like dice on play

that can be tucked away

like handkerchiefs on a sunny day

i wish

it could be washed like clothes

can be rid of stains

such as forgetting the pains

cherishing its pretty plains

or the dazzling prints

i hope

that you wish for the very same thing

so that we can toss away

the painful memories

like overlooking an accident-prone signage

hoping to escape

pushing our luck

deluding ourselves that there's nothing behind our backs

despite knowing that if we don't look back

we'll lose sight of our track

i hope

that you wish for the very same thing

so that we can tuck away

or slid inside a safe

the memories we've been wanting to keep

as if to forget that we took a leap

fell deep

because of the words from our lips

denying our shortcomings

to see the sun rising from the deeps of the forest

despite knowing that life isn't all rainbows and cupcakes

we'd still dream of living off of our happy memories

and yet again

i hope that we share the same wish

if not, i fear to know

the depths of your concerns;

that memory is not a material

that we can hold onto

get rid of

or filter out

as if saying that those days are gone

we have to let go

we can't go back

we were happy

now we're not

and that's just that.

-

lyvin

la oscuridad,

has it been days, weeks, or is it already a month ever since the day i acknowledged it's over? i can't tell, losing track of time is all I know. There are days when life gets hard when I want to run away, I always see you. Once, during my toughest time, you took me in with no questions asked. No guilt drives. With no judging or pitying look in your eyes. You were the fresh breath of air I needed all the time, in the silence of the wretchedness, in between the deafening fights. You were a sanctuary I once visited but feared visiting again. I don't want to burden anyone and you're no exception. But sometimes when everything seems so dark and lonesome, I want to be as selfish as I truly am. And run to you, burden you to ease my loneliness. The feeling of being alone in the midst of all this chaos.

and today is one of those days. That's why I refrain from touching my phone. To hit you up. To be selfish. And I guess I succeeded. I got through the fight just fine, not unscathed but it's fine. I hated the idea of sharing my burden with someone just because I want to feel a lot more lightweight, to bother someone to suffer with me. Because that's what I am suffering from and doing that to someone... it's cruel, and I will not be of any difference from the people I hate. I don't want to be despised, but I guess just because I don't want it to happen—fate will follow smoothly. Of course not. But do you know how I got through today? I tried reliving the feeling of your warmth beside me and in an instant I knew you were there even when you're not.

lyvin

i am a voyager. voyaging on my sea of wonders; i've managed to keep my boat floating without pleading to your name or worshipping your make-believe existence. i am a voyager who sailed by heart and not by duty, i've seen faces of people every time my boat meets the land, and i hear the people's voice every time my feet stand on solid ground. my wonders brought me doubts and gave me freedom, but the people's voice clouded with their judgment gave me nothing more than confusion and hatred.

to whom do they kneel and pray? to whom do they cry out and give praise? a stranger told me a story about “You”, his Maker but You, too, was a stranger. for years of living with the sea, allowing its waves to lead me somewhere where it believes i should be—it was the first time where i saw what humanity's image of sin is. they claim to love you and claim that you love them, too much, that You gave your life to them, and that You are love: itself.

but when they saw me leaving my boat, standing on the ground, showing reluctance at the mere mention of 'your' name—a stranger's name. then seeing me with someone who accompanied me while voyaging the sea... my sweetest desire and the woman who showed me freedom. i heard profanities, received anger, saw judgment, and hatred everywhere. then there they said we have sinned.

"Our Maker gave you his life and you give him sin in return?" from the crowd a voice asked.

sin—for i am a woman and i'm entwining hands with a woman as well? didn't a stranger also tell me you bless those who love? to you Maker, a foreigner to i: if you are true then forgive my doubts of reprise but i will ask no forgiveness for loving someone of a certain greatness.

i voyaged way too long that i saw Your people pointing out my sins while committing theirs, if you are love and you allow love—then how come i am sinning? if love is for people and we are no animal but people, how can love be not for us... how come finding it in each other's arms a sin?

i shoved the reality

at the corner of darkness

for i alone

was never brave enough

to face the dark

i put my pain

the melancholy

on your palms

knowing you are aware

made me calm

i bottled all the tears

to show everybody

how much it hurts

and how much i cried

i embraced your presence

allowed myself to be dependent

when all along i knew

it won't last for long

my heart, aching true

my mind, in chaos with the thoughts of you

and then i burned myself down

when i lost you

i wrapped myself with bandages

took painkillers

that only numbed me

for taking much too much

and yet here is the pain

lingering in my veins

yet here is the pain

breaking me into pieces

i thought i was saved

when you rose from nothingness

filling in all

the empty spaces

but you only break me

even more.

lyvin

but apparently it's not resilient nor permanent.

the day it went crumbling down was today. i had to cover my eyes from the sun's blinding and ferocious light. it burns on my skin and it hurts my eyes, the moment i saw it—it's like being bathed with cold water, awakening the consciousness i forced to put on a sleep. but i guess we all have our own sand castles we fancy sheltering ourselves in—and a matter of time before we see it crumbling before our very own eyes. seeing the world with it's full burning and harsh light and we can't help but laugh at how naïve we were for thinking that everything was fine and okay.

lyvin